“Yes. I'm four years old.” She pointed at the two older boys. “That's Marcus and Mitchell, but everyone calls them Mac and Mitch, they're seventeen and fifteen.” I nodded at them and smiled. “That's my mom, she's forty and that's my dad, he's just old.” I laughed at her labeling Brick as too old to even have an age, and I wasn't the only one. He rolled his eyes. “I'm fifty-one,” he said. “I have an age, baby girl. I'm not just old.”
Eliza always stole the show - she was one of the highlights in this book.
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